Written by Mark Bishop
Coarse heavy timbers… were dragged down the path.
Two rough hewn beams, fastened together by nails and by straps.
The birds hushed their singing; from the crowd only jeers.
His muscle and sinew glistened in crimson, his eyes moist with tears.
He lay looking upward. The angels searched his face.
They drove in the nails and the soldiers they lifted the cross into place.
No-one really noticed, for it made not a sound.
So small as it formed, that first drop of blood when it fell to the ground.
But one drop of blood… became a river.
With power to wash… all sins away.
There was a miracle no-one could see,
The greatest of all, he saved just for me,
when one drop of blood… became a river.
One drop of blood… became a river.
With power to wash… all sins away.
There was a miracle no-one could see,
The greatest of all, he saved just for me,
when one drop of blood… became a river.
He healed the sick, gave sight to the blind,
But his greatest gift to all of mankind…
One drop of blood became a river.
One drop of blood became a river.